Reflection On Special Education

Social Class I had never been to a soup kitchen or homeless shelter before being asked to volunteer at one in middle school. My 8th grade student council advisor had arranged for us to volunteer at a soup kitchen helping to clean and serve. This is when I fully realized that there were people out there much less fortunate then myself. I grew up with two parents who work, and never really wanted for anything; we lived in a modest sized home, and owned nice vehicles. We always had food in the refrigerator, and clothes on our backs; however, now I was getting acquainted with a world where people did not have enough food to eat or homes to live in. It was an early realization that there were people out there who had it much worse; and I should

I am a strong advocate for giving students with this physical, emotional, and learning disabilities every service and opportunity to grow and learn that I can manifest. Furthermore, by having such a positive experience growing up with people that have mental and physical disabilities; I try to instill in students that they should not fear or make fun of anyone students who maybe struggling with these

As I have revisited these experiences and events some have made me happy to share, and some have made me a little reticent to share. Overall, these experiences have shaped me into being the open, honest, intelligent, and generous man that I am today. Moreover, I wrote this wanting to understand how I became the educator that I am today. Throughout my writing, I have been forthright in my experiences, and have enjoyed revisiting these events. Ultimately, I think writing this autobiography has allowed me to understand that I am fully comfortable in my understanding and tolerating those that are different then myself. Furthermore I am a big believer in; respecting the